This is random, but I do not know why Texas is a state. I would be quite content to give it back to Mexico. They would make better use of it.
"But what about the flag?!" you ask....
Puerto Rico.
50 stars for 50 states! Without the useless Texas! (Who else remembers the debate to make Puerto Rico a state?!)
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
A feminist rant.
I was flipping through channels and came across a show on Spike TV. I have no idea what made me stop, but the question was posed, "How do I make my woman less bitchy?" The answer? Have sex with her. Not only that, but they said that women who have sex without a condom are generally 30% happier, unless they get pregnant, so you should keep it on so you don't have to deal with THAT bitchiness. Yes, they did say that.
This ignorance is what keeps men sexually objectifying women, creating hostile environments which lead to degradation, harassment, and even rape. Saying that sex is what "fixes" women leads men to believe they have power over women, because men provide women sex, of course. This is a TV network dedicated to men. If men watch this, although I'm assuming only a certain demographic of less educated men would be watching to begin with, they will believe and follow the ideas presented to them.
What I find is that women are so desperate to please men (we are socialized to do so) that they put up with this garbage and treat other women, and themselves, as objects. To quote Mean Girls (yes, I went there), "If you call each other sluts and whores it only makes it ok for guys to call you sluts and whores." It is so true. Women truly need to come together in order to make a serious effort. That being said, while men still hold the majority of the power, they need to be educated as well. Let's start with removing the name calling of women, and thinking they need sex to solve their "bitchy" problems, on male-geared TV. Although it's not much better on female-geared TV either. In those shows women fall head over heels for the jerk too. The only difference is that these shows lead women to believe that men will change for you. How about a show that promotes the nice guy that doesn't have to change so you can live happily-ever-after with him?
If I were treated in an objectified way, I'd be a bitch too. Actually, I'm probably considered a bitch for writing this. How do we solve this bitchiness of mine? Not sex.
This ignorance is what keeps men sexually objectifying women, creating hostile environments which lead to degradation, harassment, and even rape. Saying that sex is what "fixes" women leads men to believe they have power over women, because men provide women sex, of course. This is a TV network dedicated to men. If men watch this, although I'm assuming only a certain demographic of less educated men would be watching to begin with, they will believe and follow the ideas presented to them.
What I find is that women are so desperate to please men (we are socialized to do so) that they put up with this garbage and treat other women, and themselves, as objects. To quote Mean Girls (yes, I went there), "If you call each other sluts and whores it only makes it ok for guys to call you sluts and whores." It is so true. Women truly need to come together in order to make a serious effort. That being said, while men still hold the majority of the power, they need to be educated as well. Let's start with removing the name calling of women, and thinking they need sex to solve their "bitchy" problems, on male-geared TV. Although it's not much better on female-geared TV either. In those shows women fall head over heels for the jerk too. The only difference is that these shows lead women to believe that men will change for you. How about a show that promotes the nice guy that doesn't have to change so you can live happily-ever-after with him?
If I were treated in an objectified way, I'd be a bitch too. Actually, I'm probably considered a bitch for writing this. How do we solve this bitchiness of mine? Not sex.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Butterflies
As I was walking to Shilling so I can fulfill my job as "data enterer" (which apparently isn't working out so well, as I cannot get into Dr. Collinsworth's office...), there were butterflies flying around the sidewalk. One landed a few steps in front of me. I walked past, and the butterfly didn't move.
I was reminded of my kid days, when all I wanted to do was catch butterflies. I never did catch one. Then I thought this was probably a good thing since that'd be like getting kidnapped to a human. It doesn't make it ok if you release the kidnapped after you scare the living hell out of them. Those people go through serious counseling, I'm sure!
But then I think that this isn't like kidnapping at all. Me capturing a butterfly would be parallel to getting abducted by aliens (the different species thing). Now I've never been one to care about aliens to gather an opinion of whether they exist or not, but now, my experience of contemplating the butterfly is telling me it's totally plausible. We don't believe these people, and I bet the friends and families of the captured butterflies think it's an insane notion that humans kidnapped them.
I think I'm sleep deprived.
I was reminded of my kid days, when all I wanted to do was catch butterflies. I never did catch one. Then I thought this was probably a good thing since that'd be like getting kidnapped to a human. It doesn't make it ok if you release the kidnapped after you scare the living hell out of them. Those people go through serious counseling, I'm sure!
But then I think that this isn't like kidnapping at all. Me capturing a butterfly would be parallel to getting abducted by aliens (the different species thing). Now I've never been one to care about aliens to gather an opinion of whether they exist or not, but now, my experience of contemplating the butterfly is telling me it's totally plausible. We don't believe these people, and I bet the friends and families of the captured butterflies think it's an insane notion that humans kidnapped them.
I think I'm sleep deprived.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Going back to school
I generally try to keep my posts positive since positivity and optimism are a way of life for me, although I understand if you don't get that impression, but I have never dreaded going back to school more. This being my senior year is the only thing that is keeping me going.
In the past I would rush to get back to school. I loved being on my own. I had a life there. But now my life is back home. I have an awesome group of friends, an amazing boyfriend, a great family, and my Brendan. School has...homework, work, and people who don't get it. My best friend there graduated (thank goodness she's in that awesome group of friends I have back home!), and I've changed so much since my freshman year that the friends I originally had just aren't compatible with me anymore. And since Amy isn't there, carpooling to get home and back is not an option. Steve also picked me up a lot, but with his ticket that's not going to be happening all too often either.
The plan for survival:
1) Try at my homework. Usually I do quite well with lackluster efforts. School just comes naturally to me. Maybe if I try it'll waste time.
2) Go to bartending school over winter break. Then I can get a second job bartending while I'm at school. That way I make money AND waste time.
3) Use that Netflix account Steve and I got.
4) Work out. Then I can be hot, and you guessed it...WASTE TIME!
5) Make new friends that are more like me, and less like me when I was 18. This should be doable in Hessler, as it is a learning community.
6) Read more. I have so many books I would like to read, I should just go to Amazon and get them.
7) Actually get myself pretty and prepare myself for the next day. Straightening my hair takes time. If I do that at night, I'll look good in the morning and get to sleep longer. Sleeping wastes time in a wonderful way. I'll also pick out my clothes at night.
8) Take up a new hobby. I'm thinking learning to sew and fashion stuff. Or photography.
9) The grad school process should take up fair amounts of time the first few months.
10) Even though I'm the shoe-in anyway, I'll head up research group. Especially for data collection and Celebration of Scholarship in the spring.
In the past I would rush to get back to school. I loved being on my own. I had a life there. But now my life is back home. I have an awesome group of friends, an amazing boyfriend, a great family, and my Brendan. School has...homework, work, and people who don't get it. My best friend there graduated (thank goodness she's in that awesome group of friends I have back home!), and I've changed so much since my freshman year that the friends I originally had just aren't compatible with me anymore. And since Amy isn't there, carpooling to get home and back is not an option. Steve also picked me up a lot, but with his ticket that's not going to be happening all too often either.
The plan for survival:
1) Try at my homework. Usually I do quite well with lackluster efforts. School just comes naturally to me. Maybe if I try it'll waste time.
2) Go to bartending school over winter break. Then I can get a second job bartending while I'm at school. That way I make money AND waste time.
3) Use that Netflix account Steve and I got.
4) Work out. Then I can be hot, and you guessed it...WASTE TIME!
5) Make new friends that are more like me, and less like me when I was 18. This should be doable in Hessler, as it is a learning community.
6) Read more. I have so many books I would like to read, I should just go to Amazon and get them.
7) Actually get myself pretty and prepare myself for the next day. Straightening my hair takes time. If I do that at night, I'll look good in the morning and get to sleep longer. Sleeping wastes time in a wonderful way. I'll also pick out my clothes at night.
8) Take up a new hobby. I'm thinking learning to sew and fashion stuff. Or photography.
9) The grad school process should take up fair amounts of time the first few months.
10) Even though I'm the shoe-in anyway, I'll head up research group. Especially for data collection and Celebration of Scholarship in the spring.
Monday, August 10, 2009
You know it's bad when...
You have no money (or have to save it for school, like me) and WITH coupons and discounts buy $78 worth of clothes. Not even clothes. Dress and Belt. Here's the look (I'm the one on the right, if you're creeping my blog and don't know which one I am):
Now is my time to profess my love for The Limited. I would seriously wear EVERYTHING in that store. If only I could afford it. One day... Also, I love being 21. Not even for the alcohol. I just love that lifestyle of going out! I didn't think I would. I love getting dressed up. I love socializing. I love dancing, even though I lack talent at it.
Now it's time for a story that made my night on Saturday. We went to Barleycorn and Heat. Courtney's friends joined us. While we were leaving Courtney came up to me and said her friend in the black shirt thought I was cute and wanted to dance with me. Courtney told him I had a boyfriend, and I looked over and saw a man in a black shirt. I told her he wasn't my type anyway. She was shocked. Then I saw the other man in a black shirt. Totally cute. And he thought I was cute and wanted to dance! Despite being a complete sap when it comes to Steve, I like people thinking I'm cute. It's part of my girly genes.
On Sunday I went to Steve's family picnic. It was alright. Different from the family events I'm used to, but I suppose this is something I should get comfortable with. Steve lost the bags tournament but we totally got second place in the egg toss. We won a $15 giftcard to Chile's. Not much, but it's an appetizer and drink (non-alcoholic). We haven't been on a "date-date" in months, so I'm excited.
And, 2 weeks left of summer =( I'm not going to handle it well.
Now is my time to profess my love for The Limited. I would seriously wear EVERYTHING in that store. If only I could afford it. One day... Also, I love being 21. Not even for the alcohol. I just love that lifestyle of going out! I didn't think I would. I love getting dressed up. I love socializing. I love dancing, even though I lack talent at it.
Now it's time for a story that made my night on Saturday. We went to Barleycorn and Heat. Courtney's friends joined us. While we were leaving Courtney came up to me and said her friend in the black shirt thought I was cute and wanted to dance with me. Courtney told him I had a boyfriend, and I looked over and saw a man in a black shirt. I told her he wasn't my type anyway. She was shocked. Then I saw the other man in a black shirt. Totally cute. And he thought I was cute and wanted to dance! Despite being a complete sap when it comes to Steve, I like people thinking I'm cute. It's part of my girly genes.
On Sunday I went to Steve's family picnic. It was alright. Different from the family events I'm used to, but I suppose this is something I should get comfortable with. Steve lost the bags tournament but we totally got second place in the egg toss. We won a $15 giftcard to Chile's. Not much, but it's an appetizer and drink (non-alcoholic). We haven't been on a "date-date" in months, so I'm excited.
And, 2 weeks left of summer =( I'm not going to handle it well.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
I did not go as a confused bee...
I suffered for the only decent pair of shoes I could find. They were from Payless and hurt immensely. I did look cute though, if I do say so myself!
In other news, I had a blast on my 21st! It wasn't a messy, sloppy drunk birthday at all, but still quite fun. My wonderful mother got me a blue box...with a bracelet inside of it!
We started at midnight, and after a failed attempt at Realtime (apparently midnight is still the same day for them), we went to Ballpark. It was fun. They let me have a free drink! Then for real festivities we went to Tapalpa for $1.50 margaritas, followed by dollar drinks at Alumni. At Alumni, I learned I can't dance. I was NEVER into that sort of music though. Growing up I was more into the rock "I jump to dance" music. I will have to work on my abilities, or lackthereof.
The next day we went to see RJ in the majors! He didn't get to pitch, but we got to see him for about an hour. It was nice. He should really get traded to the Cubs so we can see him all the time.
In other news, I had a blast on my 21st! It wasn't a messy, sloppy drunk birthday at all, but still quite fun. My wonderful mother got me a blue box...with a bracelet inside of it!
We started at midnight, and after a failed attempt at Realtime (apparently midnight is still the same day for them), we went to Ballpark. It was fun. They let me have a free drink! Then for real festivities we went to Tapalpa for $1.50 margaritas, followed by dollar drinks at Alumni. At Alumni, I learned I can't dance. I was NEVER into that sort of music though. Growing up I was more into the rock "I jump to dance" music. I will have to work on my abilities, or lackthereof.
The next day we went to see RJ in the majors! He didn't get to pitch, but we got to see him for about an hour. It was nice. He should really get traded to the Cubs so we can see him all the time.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
This is the story of a girl...
There once was this girl who was in love with a beautiful skirt from The Limited. It was yellow with white polka-dots, pleated, A-line skirt. The skirt was definitely out of her price range though. Then after the price, along with a coupon, dropped, the skirt was in reach. However, the only time she could find the skirt, the store did not have it in the yellow she dreamed of. The dress continued to be knocked down in price, but she could only find it online, which did not carry her size. Then, on a miraculous day in June, she was in The Limited, and saw the skirt in her size and everything. There was a slight problem, however. The seam at the zipper was ripped. She didn't buy it, and moped and cried because it seemed as if God did not want her to have this skirt. The next day, her wonderful mother bought her the skirt saying it could get fixed.
The girl now has an occasion to wear it, but cannot find shoes to go with it. White sandals would go the best. The girl and her sister went shopping for these shoes and have noticed something horrendous. Ucky fabric attached to wood, cork, or a basket. These are the sandals that exist. The girl went shopping at least at the following list of locations:
Target
Ann Taylor Loft
Ann Taylor
Aerosoles
Easy Spirit
Bakers
Steve Madden
Aldo
Lord and Taylor
JcPenneys
DSW
Nordstrom Rack
Famous Footwear
Franco Sarto
Nine West
Payless
(and even) Sears
This girl has enjoyed what the recession has done to the fashion industry, as foundation and simpler pieces are more available, leading to a much larger wardrobe because everything goes with each other, but has the recession come to a point where simplicity has turned into cave-man style? Patent leather on a piece of cork? The girl has basically one day left to find a pair of shoes, otherwise she's going to have to go to this event as a confused bee (black cardigan, white tee, yellow skirt with white polka-dots, not stripes).
To see what happens in this dramatic story, keep tuned...
In other news, my haircut does not look like Julia Roberts. It is cute though.
The girl now has an occasion to wear it, but cannot find shoes to go with it. White sandals would go the best. The girl and her sister went shopping for these shoes and have noticed something horrendous. Ucky fabric attached to wood, cork, or a basket. These are the sandals that exist. The girl went shopping at least at the following list of locations:
Target
Ann Taylor Loft
Ann Taylor
Aerosoles
Easy Spirit
Bakers
Steve Madden
Aldo
Lord and Taylor
JcPenneys
DSW
Nordstrom Rack
Famous Footwear
Franco Sarto
Nine West
Payless
(and even) Sears
This girl has enjoyed what the recession has done to the fashion industry, as foundation and simpler pieces are more available, leading to a much larger wardrobe because everything goes with each other, but has the recession come to a point where simplicity has turned into cave-man style? Patent leather on a piece of cork? The girl has basically one day left to find a pair of shoes, otherwise she's going to have to go to this event as a confused bee (black cardigan, white tee, yellow skirt with white polka-dots, not stripes).
To see what happens in this dramatic story, keep tuned...
In other news, my haircut does not look like Julia Roberts. It is cute though.
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